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He was almost the only man in New York that she could call her friend. To think of New York without him made her lonely. He was in love with Mrs. Lancaster, she knew of that she was sure, notwithstanding Mrs. Nailor's statement. Could Mrs. Lancaster have treated him badly? She had not even cared for her husband, so people said; would she be cruel to Keith?
Nailor smiled amiably. "Perhaps, you will let me go with you sometime?" Alice escaped, and ran up-stairs, though she was eager to go out on the porch. However, it would serve him right to punish him by staying away until she was sent for, and she could not go with Mrs. Nailor's cat-eyes on her. She found her mother seated at a table writing busily. Mrs.
We met her on the street." "I remember her; I shall go and see her," said Keith, recalling Mrs. Nailor's speech at Mrs. Wickersham's dinner, and Lois's revenge. "I tell you what we will do. She invited us to call, and we will go together," said Mrs. Nailor. Keith paused a moment in reflection, and then said casually: "When are you going?" "Oh, this afternoon." "Very well; I will go." Mrs.
He was as hot as pepper in a minute. Wanted to fight any one who mentioned the matter. He'll have his hands full if he fights all who are talking about him and Ferdy's old flame. I heard half a roomful buzzing about it at Mrs. Nailor's. But it was none of my affair. If he wants to fight about another man's wife, let him. It's not the best way to stop the scandal."
Wickersham tried to detain her, but she backed away, her hands down and held a little back. "Good-by." "Miss Huntington Lois " he said; "one moment." But she opened the door and passed out. Wickersham walked down the street in a sort of maze. In fact, as usual, Mrs. Nailor's statement to Lois had some foundation, though very little. Mrs. Lancaster had gone abroad, and Keith had followed her.
If she were a little older I should be certain of it," she said to herself as she drove away; "but these girls are so secretive one can never tell about them. Even I could not look as innocent as that to save my life if I were interested." That evening Keith called at The Lawns. He did not take with him a placid spirit. Mrs. Nailor's shaft had gone home, and it rankled.
Every one knew, she said, how she had neglected him. The idea that Alice Lancaster was troubled with regrets was not as unfounded as the rest of Mrs. Nailor's ill-natured charge. She was attached to her husband, and had always meant to be a good wife to him. She was as good a wife as her mother and her friends would permit her to be. Gossip had not spared some of her best friends.
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